Mason visited me in a dream, Monday, early morning, July 26th.

In my dream, I was standing in my kitchen.  The cabinets and walls were painted a deep blue.  I didn’t like anything about it and wanted to tear it apart and start over.  I looked around and saw Mason standing nearby.  I was so happy to see him, I just hugged and hugged him and didn’t ever want to let go.  In the dream, I knew Mason had passed, so I was aware of the rare gift I was receiving to see him again.  Mason told me to think about what I really wanted to do with the kitchen before I began;  to get rid of what didn’t work, but to keep what did.  Then Mason was gone, and I couldn’t find him for a few minutes. When I found him, he was lying down.  I asked him what he was doing and he said, “Thinking. Something like this takes planning and thinking.”  We went back into the kitchen and started talking about options.  When I looked back at Mason, he was standing beside a suitcase.  He told me that he had to go back now, but he’d return to help me.

I woke up sobbing.  It was 2:44 am.  This dream was unlike any dream I’ve ever had as I knew Mason had passed, felt the incredible joy of seeing him again and the deep sorrow of saying good-bye again.  It was, and still is, very real to me.  It was a gift.

It has been 8 months and 1 day, a long time since last I wrote. Thoughts of Mason are never far away.  Maybe I better understand a few things, time will tell.  I walk on…

“When the heart weeps for what it has lost, the soul laughs for what it has found.” – an old Sufi aphorism